tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73778699911368463612024-03-13T16:19:28.736-05:00The Tales Of MeKausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-70066496669450006292009-09-21T16:54:00.002-05:002009-09-21T17:01:19.288-05:00Not Me Monday<ul><li>I did not skip giving my daughter a bath last night just because I was tired, I believe in a bath every night</li><li>I did not have my son stay home from school because of his asthma, and than allow him to play video games all day. I make my sick children stay in bed.</li><li>I did not let my child walk out of the house the other day with his shoes on the wrong feet, just because he thought he was right. Nope not me</li><li>There is also no way I would ever put pine sol in the sink so it could smell like I cleaned.</li><li>Also I make sure on days that I have the flu that my son still eats healthy and not a pudding and granola bar for lunch..<br /></li></ul>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-27955562789717456122009-09-21T07:49:00.003-05:002009-09-21T07:51:09.736-05:00Brian has had some revenge coming to him for sometime because he is ALWAYS messing with you, well this morning I got it.. There may be an F bomb, I dont remember<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vHtzJ_GbKM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vHtzJ_GbKM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-52950323273259539382009-09-20T20:36:00.003-05:002009-09-20T20:41:58.483-05:00well.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZriMZpzI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/a3x5uXKHV5M/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZriMZpzI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/a3x5uXKHV5M/s320/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729746504427314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He loved soccer, hes actually pretty good, kinda slow, and best yet NO INJURIES!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZQcrWNTI/AAAAAAAAFlI/60xB183WuAo/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SrbZQcrWNTI/AAAAAAAAFlI/60xB183WuAo/s320/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729281167144242" border="0" /></a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-25461904706463030262009-09-14T00:01:00.002-05:002009-09-14T00:06:21.571-05:00Anyone can tell you who I was before, I laughed and had fun. Back in 05 I was struck with panic attacks. I am afraid to fly, sit passenger, ride a train and many other moving objects. A lot of my fears are silly. But none the less they have hindered me and my marriage. My mother works for an airline, and I can fly on her pass very cheaply, to Ireland and many other places. I thank god I have my loving husband who understands me and holds my hand. But because of me, I make him drive everywhere. We are getting out of the Army into the unknown because of my panic. Well this Friday I am no longer going to relay on meds. I will still take them, but I will start cognitive therapy, where I can change my way of thinking. To know that the extra cup of coffee in the morning will not kill me. To know that riding a train, will not kill me. To know I no longer have to find the fastest escape out of the room. Wish me luck. I cant wait to be me again.Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-7229005051210512492009-09-13T23:41:00.000-05:002009-09-13T23:42:23.001-05:00The kiddos<div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa&skin_id=601&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=98701218b3653ed14bceaa&skin_id=601&source=emplay" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/98701218b3653ed14bceaa/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make photo slide shows at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-46251253722320265582009-09-13T15:50:00.002-05:002009-09-13T15:54:39.217-05:00soccer and aspergers- Whats a mom to do.Well I bit the bullet, I have officially enrolled Mateo into soccer, against my better mommy judgment. I understand the need for him to be challenged, I also get that this may help his balanace. But any mother with a aspie child knows that sports don't really go in the category of something their child can do. Sure Ive looked everywhere for someone to tell me " Hey my kid does just fine". I have yet to hear or read that. I am worried, I am scared that he wont know how to play, he will get hurt, or the kids will leave him out. Trust me kids at 5 and 6 are brutal, and my son wouldn't hurt a fly (most likely because he is afraid of flies). So with us luck, Thursday is our first practice.Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-53141459260277325932009-07-21T16:43:00.003-05:002009-07-21T16:46:11.245-05:00SHE SMILES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SmY2wLwn_ZI/AAAAAAAAFk0/wzGNxDaEauM/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SmY2wLwn_ZI/AAAAAAAAFk0/wzGNxDaEauM/s400/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361032607849512338" border="0" /></a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-1156876257232257952009-04-18T08:24:00.004-05:002009-04-18T08:26:05.046-05:00Baby Marisol<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenU0H05NuI/AAAAAAAAFks/eg5oklh92aw/s1600-h/Marisol+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326022026261509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenU0H05NuI/AAAAAAAAFks/eg5oklh92aw/s400/Marisol+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUvh0De8I/AAAAAAAAFkk/H31uIvXwa5I/s1600-h/Marisol+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326021947337964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUvh0De8I/AAAAAAAAFkk/H31uIvXwa5I/s400/Marisol+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div>They caught her mid smile in the 3rd picture. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUsYU6NGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/mXpkmOy6HqE/s1600-h/Marisol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326021893251806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SenUsYU6NGI/AAAAAAAAFkc/mXpkmOy6HqE/s400/Marisol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-26064913455980671192009-04-09T19:01:00.001-05:002009-04-09T19:04:12.385-05:00Thoughtful Thursday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/Sd6M9CA9LBI/AAAAAAAAFkU/STHXRGh2uTI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/Sd6M9CA9LBI/AAAAAAAAFkU/STHXRGh2uTI/s400/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846789739293714" border="0" /></a><br />This is my beauty. She is one of 4 but she will always be my fav.Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-8132954669790242712009-04-03T09:57:00.002-05:002009-04-03T10:03:06.718-05:00Friday FiveEach Friday I will post 5 thing I am thankful for. This will help me end the week on a good note, no matter what has happened.<br /><br />1.I am thankful to the person who came up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tye</span> dyeing. Mateo and i had a blast this week making T-Shirts, and it was wonderful time spent together<br /><br />2. I am thankful for teachers, not just the educational kind, but those who take time out of their schedule to teach us from their mistakes.<br /><br />3. While at time I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">detest</span> the Army, I am thankful for them. The insurance, my bills being paid, a roof over my head. While the rest of the world is worrying on how they will pay their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mortgage</span>, we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> have to worry about that<br /><br />4. I am thankful for God. This is an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">obvious</span> one, however with him my life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wouldn't</span> be complete. Sure life gets crazy and their are times I think I cant do it, but those are the times that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> let God in.<br /><br />5. My husband. He is home <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">every night</span> with the family. Some husbands prefer to spend time at bars, or out with their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Friends</span>, but he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">chooses</span> to spend his free time with us.Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-62346456162005490602009-04-02T15:51:00.005-05:002009-04-02T16:00:06.951-05:00update I guessNot much has been happening since I last updated. I am now 7 months along only 2 more to go, even though in pregnancy lingo that really means 3. My new obsession this week is cookies and tye dying t shirt with Mateo. He thinks this is awesome by the way.<br /><br />My oldest son is now 11, and has won a scholarship to <a href="http://www.bluelake.org/">blue lake</a>. Hes not happy about it and doesn't want to go. Yet he needs to, he has confidence issues.. Also when most people hear scholorship they think FREE, however his scholorship turned into 700 bucks, but with 2 sets of parents chipping in we should be ok.<br /><br />We are now up to 4 cats, Brian cracked and allowed me to get another cat. But just like kids, we are now done with animals I dont want to be the crazy cat lady. So here I leave u with recent pictures.<br />The first is the babys room before and after<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUmkxqfnoI/AAAAAAAAFkE/e6Rx4aI4tVo/s1600-h/S7301617.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUmkxqfnoI/AAAAAAAAFkE/e6Rx4aI4tVo/s320/S7301617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320200948056825474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUm7E39_zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/d6arztpjWkQ/s1600-h/S7301619.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SdUm7E39_zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/d6arztpjWkQ/s320/S7301619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201331170737970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And my internet is running slow, so thats all the pics for nowKausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-15984968244898269682009-01-17T21:46:00.004-06:002009-01-17T22:00:07.375-06:00The most wonderful husbandI have the most wonderful husband. About 2-3 weeks ago we went to the animal shelter, because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">that's</span> what I do for fun. Brian has made it very apparent that 1 dog 3 cats a rabbit and a turtle are my limit. I CAN NOT have another dog, under any circumstances. Yesterday I spoke with him about this dog I fell in love with at the shelter when we went, she has been on my mind and I could not get her out of it. So I asked him if, we could please adopt her, as today was her last day, she was to be gassed. He gave it some thought, and said no. I cried for hours. I did my best to make sure I was not upset at him, as it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wasn't</span> his fault. None the less it still hurt. He consoled me and felt bad, but that was his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">decision</span> (God just had to have me SUBMIT !!!!!!) So, today I was still pretty sad, so we headed out to the no kill shelter ( for a man who hates animals he sure does go to the shelter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">a lot</span>). After leaving there, I asked if we could please just go say good bye to this dog. Once again Brian made it known, she was NOT coming home with us. So we went, when I walked in guess what, SHE WAS BEING ADOPTED. I wanted to rush to the back to see the other dogs, but Mateo had to potty. Brian was already out of site, and I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">a little</span> upset that I had to take Mateo to the bathroom, when he ( Brian) knew I wanted to head back. We ended up leaving, and I asked him why he went to the back to see the dogs.<br />My wonderful husband says " I wanted to make sure that for sure was her, and I know last time we were here she had a buddy, I wanted to make sure he was gone too." I than asked, well what if it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wasn't</span> her, or what if her buddy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wasn't</span> adopted. He laughed and said " I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">would've</span> taken them home."<br /><br />My husband who put his foot down, was willing to give up his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">convictions</span> for me, to please me so I would be happy. I have a wonderful husband<br /><br />Well here is the baby girl who adopted today<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKn__Ug87I/AAAAAAAAFi8/r1bIrva6-qc/s1600-h/bella.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKn__Ug87I/AAAAAAAAFi8/r1bIrva6-qc/s320/bella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477229884830642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She reminds me of my baby here at home. This is Tessie, and no she isn't eating the cat :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKoUyTxeBI/AAAAAAAAFjE/3vp2dWuroaA/s1600-h/100_0920.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SXKoUyTxeBI/AAAAAAAAFjE/3vp2dWuroaA/s320/100_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477587169310738" border="0" /></a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-71092965449807264282009-01-08T09:51:00.002-06:002009-01-08T09:55:21.352-06:00The love DareSo I really want to see the movie fire proof, and once it comes out I will own it. <br /><br />However until than Brian and I will be doing the <a href="http://bhpublishinggroup.com/lovedare/">love dare </a>. Todays is <br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:mceinline;">The first part of this dare is fairly simple. Although love is communicated in a number of ways, our words often reflect the condition of our heart. For the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say NOTHING negative to your spouse at all. If the temptation arises, choose not to say anything. It's better to hold your tongue than to say something you'll regret<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now Brian and I have a pretty rock solid marriage, ever since we brought God along for the ride, things have been great, however we always need to be kinder no matter what. This Dare seems pretty easy, yet at the same time even little things that are said can be seen as negative. For instance the cat litter is not changed yet again, I could be negative to Brian and not even realize I am doing it. OR I could ask nicely like I am asking for the first time. <br /><br />Will be back tomorrow with the next love dare<br /></span></span></span></strong>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-68222692772419062762008-12-14T13:09:00.001-06:002008-12-14T13:09:41.808-06:00The best story you will hear this yearTaken from Luke2 NIV<br /><br /><h4><br /></h4><h5>The Birth of Jesus </h5> <span id="en-NIV-24967" class="sup">1</span>In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. <span id="en-NIV-24968" class="sup">2</span>(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) <span id="en-NIV-24969" class="sup">3</span>And everyone went to his own town to register. <p> <span id="en-NIV-24970" class="sup">4</span>So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. <span id="en-NIV-24971" class="sup">5</span>He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. <span id="en-NIV-24972" class="sup">6</span>While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, <span id="en-NIV-24973" class="sup">7</span>and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.</p><h5>The Shepherds and the Angels </h5> <span id="en-NIV-24974" class="sup">8</span>And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. <span id="en-NIV-24975" class="sup">9</span>An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. <span id="en-NIV-24976" class="sup">10</span>But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. <span id="en-NIV-24977" class="sup">11</span>Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ<sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=2&version=31#fen-NIV-24977a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]</sup> the Lord. <span id="en-NIV-24978" class="sup">12</span>This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." <p> <span id="en-NIV-24979" class="sup">13</span>Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,<br /> <span id="en-NIV-24980" class="sup">14</span>"Glory to God in the highest,<br /> and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-24981" class="sup">15</span>When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-24982" class="sup">16</span>So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. <span id="en-NIV-24983" class="sup">17</span>When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, <span id="en-NIV-24984" class="sup">18</span>and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. <span id="en-NIV-24985" class="sup">19</span>But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. <span id="en-NIV-24986" class="sup">20</span>The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.</p><h5>Jesus Presented in the Temple </h5> <span id="en-NIV-24987" class="sup">21</span>On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise him, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he had been conceived. <p> <span id="en-NIV-24988" class="sup">22</span>When the time of their purification according to the Law of Moses had been completed, Joseph and Mary took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord <span id="en-NIV-24989" class="sup">23</span>(as it is written in the Law of the Lord, "Every firstborn male is to be consecrated to the Lord"<sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=2&version=31#fen-NIV-24989b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]</sup>), <span id="en-NIV-24990" class="sup">24</span>and to offer a sacrifice in keeping with what is said in the Law of the Lord: "a pair of doves or two young pigeons."<sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=2&version=31#fen-NIV-24990c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]</sup> </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-24991" class="sup">25</span>Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. <span id="en-NIV-24992" class="sup">26</span>It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Christ. <span id="en-NIV-24993" class="sup">27</span>Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, <span id="en-NIV-24994" class="sup">28</span>Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:<br /> <span id="en-NIV-24995" class="sup">29</span>"Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,<br /> you now dismiss<sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=2&version=31#fen-NIV-24995d" title="See footnote d">d</a>]</sup> your servant in peace.<br /> <span id="en-NIV-24996" class="sup">30</span>For my eyes have seen your salvation,<br /> <span id="en-NIV-24997" class="sup">31</span>which you have prepared in the sight of all people,<br /> <span id="en-NIV-24998" class="sup">32</span>a light for revelation to the Gentiles<br /> and for glory to your people Israel." </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-24999" class="sup">33</span>The child's father and mother marveled at what was said about him. <span id="en-NIV-25000" class="sup">34</span>Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: "This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, <span id="en-NIV-25001" class="sup">35</span>so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too." </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-25002" class="sup">36</span>There was also a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was very old; she had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, <span id="en-NIV-25003" class="sup">37</span>and then was a widow until she was eighty-four.<sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=2&version=31#fen-NIV-25003e" title="See footnote e">e</a>]</sup> She never left the temple but worshiped night and day, fasting and praying. <span id="en-NIV-25004" class="sup">38</span>Coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-25005" class="sup">39</span>When Joseph and Mary had done everything required by the Law of the Lord, they returned to Galilee to their own town of Nazareth. <span id="en-NIV-25006" class="sup">40</span>And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was upon him.</p>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-60695637936290728122008-11-30T16:15:00.002-06:002008-11-30T16:20:55.291-06:00lifeStolen from <a href="http://www.myspecialks.com">Renee</a><br /><br /><pre style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. Who was your FIRST prom date? <br />It was Micah <br /> <br />2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? <br />No I dont, I wish him well though. <br /> <br />3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? <br />Im sure it was champage, my uncle used to slip it to me at Christmas <br /> <br />4. What was your FIRST job? <br />Wendys <br /> <br />5. What was your FIRST car? <br />1999 ford escort <br /> <br />6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? <br />Allen <br /> <br />7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? <br />Teo, since he is what woke me up <br /> <br />8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher? <br />Mrs Hale.<br /><br />9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? <br />I started to fly when i was really young so maybe Cali <br /> <br />10. Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?<br />Misty , and yes I am <br /> <br />11. What was your FIRST sport played? <br />Baseball <br /> <br />12. Where was your FIRST sleep over? <br />Im sure it was Mistys <br /> <br />13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? <br />Brian <br /> <br />14. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time? <br />My moms! <br /> <br />15. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? <br />I let the dog out <br /> <br />16. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? <br />New Kids on The Block or Paula Abdul <br /> <br />17. FIRST tattoo or piercing? <br />piercing when i was a baby, tattoo was at 16 <br /> <br />18. FIRST foreign country you went to? <br />Mexico <br /> <br />19. What was your FIRST run in with the law? <br />I was a troubled teen, It was when i was 14 <br /> <br />20. When was your FIRST detention? <br />7th grade<br /> <br />21. What was the FIRST state you lived in? <br />Michigan <br /> <br />22. Who was the FIRST person to break your heart? <br />um, really break it ? It was Chris<br /> <br />23. Who was your FIRST roommate? <br />Jeff <br /> <br />24. Where did you go on your FIRST limo ride?</span></span><tt><tt><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <br />I have never been</span></tt></tt></pre>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-55169515393690805252008-11-25T09:55:00.001-06:002008-11-25T09:55:58.822-06:00First Ultra Sound pic of baby kausek<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SSwgBRjbzcI/AAAAAAAAFhE/U08qaDqfo5Y/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272624470007991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SSwgBRjbzcI/AAAAAAAAFhE/U08qaDqfo5Y/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-25332847113503917272008-11-21T20:22:00.003-06:002008-11-21T20:27:19.892-06:00God Wow he is wonderfulWow, God is powerful. How many people can say they can rely on someone though thick and thin, someone who will love you and always have their arms open for you. Someone who will forgive you for your wrong doings and can provide you with everything you have ever needed. I can say that I have that person in my life. The person is the lord. The most powerful spirit. I still have a long journry ahead of me, and long walk but I can say I am so glad I have God to do it with. I have decided that this blog is going to be about my journey, my questions, how I dealt with the word submit, how i am learning about finances, and one of the best books a person could read. Every womens battle. I will re read this book chapter by chapter..<br /><br />I leave you with this, the beginning is slow, but wow. This video brings me to tears, and it reminds me just how much god loves me. I leared something tonight when I was listening to the chaplain. Its very simple. Either be in Gods wrath , or Gods love. I dont know about you, but I prefer to be on Gods good side.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-53439849969729061522008-11-12T14:07:00.000-06:002008-11-12T14:07:26.141-06:00Food?<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SRs3fC_FV4I/AAAAAAAAFg8/hsxJ-krDC8U/s1600-h/000_0098+(2).JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SRs3fC_FV4I/AAAAAAAAFg8/hsxJ-krDC8U/s400/000_0098+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />5 minutes for mom is having a food contest, and I have to say this is my fav pic of mateo. That child just couldnt stay out of the cat food, and as you can see the baby gate didnt help!<br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-38102906025169342382008-10-06T11:45:00.001-05:002008-10-06T11:47:09.192-05:00WIN WIN WINSo I always post about Miss Kennedy. Well her mommy Renee is celebrating her Happy Blog Day!!! Go over and visit, and WIN.. Yes she is giving away gifts for us.. Her day, and we win.<br />Head Over <a href="www.myspecialks.com">here</a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-65414618874496473392008-09-29T12:17:00.000-05:002008-09-29T12:18:25.805-05:00Jesus Can I have a Snack??So I have a paper due today.. Mateo asks for a snack. I told him he would have to wait a sec, mommy is almost done with the paper. he says fine.. Comes back about 5 minutes later, and asks again. Can I have a snack. I said wait Mateo I am almost done.. Below is how it took place<br /><br />Mateo- Mommy can we pray<br />(Who am I to say no, so i stop my paper and look at him)<br />Me- Sure Mateo we can pray<br />(Mateo is now putting his little hands together, and closing his eyes, and I am thinking wow I raised him well)<br />Mateo- Dear Jesus blah blah ( i don't understand what hes saying)<br />THE LAST LINES ARE CLASSIC<br />Mateo- Dear Jesus, can I please have a snack. AMEN!Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-13100613895420029102008-09-02T13:41:00.002-05:002008-09-02T13:53:31.522-05:00Create a PepperI remember creating a pepper last year, I also remember why I did it. It was <a href="http://www.myspecialks.com">Miss Kennedy</a>, who was in and out of the hospital with cancer. I am happy to say this year, I will be creating a pepper, because Miss Kennedy is out of the hospital "PRAISE GOD". Here is the info http://www.createapepper.com/<br /><br />Create a pepper for St Judes<br /><br />Here is my pepper!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SL2LcvujGfI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Jz1ttG-UhCQ/s1600-h/MyPepper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SL2LcvujGfI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Jz1ttG-UhCQ/s320/MyPepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241498867293428210" border="0" /></a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-2144493241822062362008-08-10T17:17:00.002-05:002008-08-10T17:23:31.458-05:00We have arrived<p class="blogSubject"> trip </p> They packed and moved our stuff last Thursday and Friday. The plan was to sleep on our lovely air bed untill sunday night.. But by midnight Friday, I couldnt sleep, neither could Brian so off to a motel we went!! We spent Sat and Sunday cleaning, than went out to dinner with friends.. let me tell you what, the military has taught my husband well on packing. We fit TOO much luggage, a dog and 3 cats into the cobalt!<br /><br />We cleared housing fast and were on the road by 1:30. By 2:30 I was in a gas station bathroom, cleaning out the cats cage ( chole doesnt travel well and pees and poos in her crate) Gave them more dope, and we were back on our way.. ( on a funny note, as i put the cats back into the car, Nathan said "mom the cats are wet" I said yeah they are pretty pissed at me, He replies " Was that suppose to be a joke" HAHA )Stopped in Marrieta Ga, so Brian could relive the past, and than to South Carolina. The hotel people were super nice..<br /><br />Called housing First thing tuesday, and by 10 we were moving in to our 4 bedroom HUGE house ( the outside sucks but oh well). By 11, the movers were here with our stuff, we spent wednesday swimming at the water park here (5 slides, a lazy river and a bunch more) than kept unpacking.<br /><br />We only have a few boxes left. Brian starts in processing Monday, Than starts his TDY Friday so we can drive 12 hours to get Nathan home to Michigan!<br /><br />Thankfully Nathans dad has been really cool about the whole thing.<br /><br />So that will be a fun 12 hour trip, the boys us and the dog. I am very anal about my dog, and will not just leave her anywhere. So i figured why the hell not bring her with. Teo will start school the 25th , im not sure how thats going to go cause its only 2 hours a day( here at the preschool on post) but his IEP (special needs plan) says he needs 18 hours a week.<br /><br />Oh and one thing i learned here.. Frogs are cute, and there is sand EVERYWHERE, dirt does not exist down here..<br /><br />Next month we will be looking for a second car, wish us luck. And Brian has approved me getting a new couch ( i hate mine).<br /><br />They jacked up our pay, Housing gave us the first months rent free (weeeeeee) and our other housing stopped the allotment Aug 1st, but the damn money hasnt gone though to the pay check yet, so nik-bit, it will be on Sept 1st, in full. ( at least i hope if not there is always Salle Mae)<br /><br />Thats the fun of our trip!!<br /><br />And I leave U with another random picture<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SJ9qN5-yfjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/niS3Ia9FajI/s1600-h/S7300902.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SJ9qN5-yfjI/AAAAAAAAEz4/niS3Ia9FajI/s320/S7300902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233018079162826290" border="0" /></a>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-35222957066540390582008-07-28T09:53:00.000-05:002008-07-28T09:53:33.206-05:00Hate movingThe stress of this move is killing me, we go from having a house, to not having a house.. to oh having a house again but than we are broke. On post housing at Fort Jackson is horrible. Ive seen it, and it scares me. So in order to destress I leave u this picture of my dog with a Build a bear hat on.. Shes not happy, and this is how i feel!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SI3dbJV_YTI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Zf82T06b5wM/s1600-h/S7301052.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SI3dbJV_YTI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Zf82T06b5wM/s320/S7301052.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-63760531370307558062008-07-02T16:05:00.000-05:002008-07-02T16:06:49.501-05:00<center><a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v694/CAmommy2KJ/kennedybutton.jpg" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br />Please go <a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/">here,</a> and let Renee and family know that you also have prayers going up for Miss KennedyKausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377869991136846361.post-24537687347603970722008-06-30T15:24:00.002-05:002008-06-30T15:40:17.304-05:00Lost<div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlEl2tBgKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/kSkIIyeNdSY/s1600-h/uncle+j2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217777060415635618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlEl2tBgKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/kSkIIyeNdSY/s200/uncle+j2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlD7Ig6xiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jmswb3EXMUE/s1600-h/uncle+j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217776326462326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5VA_tKxaat0/SGlD7Ig6xiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jmswb3EXMUE/s200/uncle+j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I lost my Uncle this past Feb, I miss him. Growing up I was not the best kid, I was down right a BRAT!! Yet he loved me and spoiled me when my mother was being a good mom, or being to harsh. He was diagnosed in Dec 2007 with cancer in his liver, the plan was simple.. He was to get chemo strait to his liver and all would be well.. There was no talk of dying, Im not sure it was even an option. I told my mother in january when he wasnt doing so well , that if anything were to happen that she was to call me and I would be right there.. Well 12 hours right there since I dont fly and its a long drive.. She called me thursday night 5:30 January 31st.. she said "Christina, you may want to drive up here" My mother is not a drama queen , she will wait until the last minute to tell me something, when my grandmother was in the hospital she didnt tell me , but than again i didnt need to go up there, so while my mother is not a drama queen , I AM. So anywase, </div><br /><br /><div>by 6:00 we were on the road, We got a hotel in Kentucky around 2 a.m and were up and at em the next morning. With my mother calling me every hour telling me to hurry up. I got the hospital at 4:30 Friday Feb 1st 2008 I had 3 hours with him, until we lost him.. He took his last breath as we heard the train whistle in the back ground.. he spent his life on the rail road.. We lost a good man that day.. but it wasnt over than, Feb 5th 2008 as my husband i prepared to celebrate our 5th annviersay, We lost our grandfather to cancer also. I do not have any pictures of my grandfather, as he did not become my grandfather untill my mother and step father married , but he never treated me different, i was family to him.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Kausekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05757812754053364676noreply@blogger.com0